Author: cwolffe

Author and Louisiana resident Catherine Wolffe is a romance reader now addicted to the dark, steamy call of the paranormal. She is the author of bestselling vampire/werewolf romance series The Western Werewolf Legend and the novel Desire's Embrace as well as the brand new "Shadow Company" series.
Catherine has been writing all her life but only recently discovered her love for paranormal romance after being introduced to the Underworld movies by her husband. After that, she decided to delve deeper and create tales hot enough with twists and action aplenty to satisfy her emerging dark hunger.
Visit www.catherinewolffe.com/ to get free steamy sneak peeks at upcoming books and more!

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Sonja Brooks lives on a small farm in Pennsylvania in 1863. When her husband dies at Gettysburg, she struggles to take care of her farm alone. The unthinkable happens when she is attacked by wolves and her fate as a werewolf is sealed.

When Ty Loflin, a Rebel soldier is mortally wounded in a battle near her home, Sonja does her best to save him. The attraction between them is blood born. Will he still want her once he knows the truth? So begins the Western Werewolves Legend.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Sonja wake up. Sonja, you’ve got to wake up now.” Ty shook her again, harder than before but still no response other than her moan. Her perspiration was so much, Ty went to the kitchen to fetch a damp cloth from the pitcher of cool well water on the counter. Something had to work.

He faced the old woman and growled low and fierce. “Where did you come from?” The hand he raked through his hair was fraught with tension.

Hortence merely stood in the doorway, her tattered dress topped by her habitual shawl pulled tight against the night chill.

Frantic, Ty yanked her inside. “Never mind that, she needs help. We were riding back from the creek. She slumped in the saddle.” With a quick yank, he pulled Hortence over to the bed. “She’s been like this for a while now. Can you help her?” He stared at the old woman as she drew close to the bed.

Raising Sonja’s eyelid, she nodded. “There’s nothing that needs doing, my boy. She dreams.” The green agate stone in the ring the old woman wore glowed in the meager light. “Light a lamp. I will sit with her.

“Sit with her?” At the moment, Tyler Loflin could have cheerfully choked the old hag. He certainly wasn’t worried about being polite. He didn’t want to admit, the old bird had scared the bejesus out of him either. That only added to his distress. She wasn’t going to do anything more for Sonja than ‘sit with her’, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re a witch, aren’t you? Isn’t there something you can do for her?” His voice raised an octave. “She’s dying!” He doubted he’d ever been more frightened in all his life. The surge of helplessness that swamped him had his knees buckling.

“Indeed she is, Lad.” The old woman took a nobbled step and then another toward him. “Sonja sleeps the trance of the change.” She told him. “Tonight she will become one with the universe.” Beady eyes pierced him with their intensity. “Tis the way of things.” She glanced back at Sonja on the bed. “Do you know of what I speak?” Her wrinkled face bore a haunting resemblance to his great-grandmother as she asked the question. “Yours is a heritage, which, not only understands the wolf but reveres his power.” The old hag waited.

Ty realized she made reference to his being half Choctaw. His ancestors taught all young Choctaw to respect the wild creatures of the land, especially the wolf. Still, Ty didn’t have time for her riddles. His patience wore thin. At that moment, he could have cheerfully torn his hair out by the roots if the act would have helped Sonja regain consciousness. “Look, I don’t know what you’re babbling about, but if you’re not going to try saving her, then get the hell out!” The words boomed with the anger building inside him. His eyes burned. Had it suddenly grown hotter in the tiny room?

The old woman remained.

“Did you hear me? I said get out.” Ty’s lungs hurt, his head hurt, his heart felt as though it would spring from his chest.

Hortence simply cut him a cool stare before clucking her tongue in her cheek. “Such bravado.” She took a step toward him. Cocking a discerning brow, the old woman scanned him up and down. She nodded briefly before extending an aged hand to flick the collar of his cotton shirt. “The powers that be have chosen well.” She gave him a craggy smile. “Tonight you will understand, Yours and hers,” she inclined her head toward Sonja, “is the way of the lone one. A wolf has but one true life partner, his mate.” Nodding her head in agreement with her own statement, Hortence squinted an eye and peered at him in earnest. “What you do with the knowledge will determine not only your fate but hers as well.” She leaned in, and Ty swore he smelled wild onions. “Choose carefully, my boy. Choose carefully…

Hello, everyone! No, you’re not confused — this is not Wednesday. However, my Saturday post this week looks a lot like Jazz Age Wednesdays. Rob Goldstein and I have been having so much fun with the diesel-punk series, Hullaba Lulu, that it’s hard to believe the first chapter premiered March 21st. So I thought I’d use my weekend post to write a chapter that’s sort of a review.

I’m using one item from the next set of “three things” that Rob sent to drive the story. So I’ll call this Chapter 9.1. My quirky image above has some hints about what’s to come in the future. That said…

… All aboard!

Hullaba Lulu

Chapter 9.1

Bolshies

Valentino and Angel-bots in the train’s control room, by Rob Goldstein

The engine gave a steady pulse that seemed to underlie everything. It reminded…

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So, it’s Wednesday, and I’m in the writing cave today. I have a new WIP I’m dealing with at present. One of those fly by the seat of your pants kind of stories. A new adult romance spinoff venture from Shadow Company. Vampires, shifters, magic, and danger all congeal in this thriller about a small town girl falling for the bad boy bounty hunter.

Meagan Christiana turns twenty-one soon and among all the well-wishers are a few dangers she did not expect. Since she is all grown up and ready to start her own life, Meagan figures she can handle what comes next.

Dorran O’Hare, an Irish born ex-SEAL is on the hunt. He has to save Cheniere Station from the Sultan’s diabolical schemes. Having tracked the evil one across the Veil to the sleepy little town in Louisiana, he fears for the woman the Sultan seeks. Her gifts are still a mystery to her, and he is the one chosen to show her the way.

Here’s a sample of what’s in the works.

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Dorran’s breath on her neck had Meagan jumping back. “What the hell?” One look into his eyes and she could see he had been in her thoughts. How else did he know she wanted him to kiss her? Aburning pressure radiated along nerve endings in her arms as he pulled her to her toes with those rough hands of his. Leather met cotton in that second.

He breathed her in and narrowed his examination of her face. “You smell like a woman, Stretch. All simmer and sauce.”

She blinked. What did he call her? It took her mind a full four seconds for the comment’s meaning to register. Was she a dish now? Meagan wondered what came next.

“I want to kiss you. This is the only warning you’ll get. Better let me know whether you can handle it. Okay?” His wicked grin was back.

“Give me your best shot, ace.” Her chin firmed under his keen eye. “I may be just a woman, but I’m no kitten.”

The low growl sounded in his throat as he leaned into the kiss. With a slant of teeth and tongue, he explored the corners of her mouth without hesitation. When he eased back, his eyes stayed on hers. “Just so you know, I’m a take charge kinda guy.”

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Hope you liked the snippet. These two still have a long way to go. As the story unfolds, I’ll share more. Now, let’s see who read to this point. Drop me a line with your email address and let me know what you think. I’m keeping a tally and giving away copies once the book is released.

J.T. Leighton, ex-SEAL and vampire is the newest member of Shadow Company. When Jessie Colter, his former lover shows up out of the blue needing their brand of assistance, he can’t resist her. Keeping his true identity a secret from her proves harder than he imagined. The Sultan kidnapped Jesse’s parents, and J.T. risks his dead life to help her get them back.

His life is over – literally. J.T. is a vampire, and while he will live forever, he will never again know the affection of Jessie Colter. Her appearance in Cheniere Station is all the more difficult for J.T. because of the danger she is in and his inability to help. Finding the demon who stalks her will throw them together in a most agonizing position.

What future can these two have? Will they find solace in the fight to rid the world of the Sultan or will the attraction between them become too much to face?

Red Creek, Massachusetts is a quiet town. Nothing ever happens, and nothing ever changes – a feature Saul Benton, local recluse and member of the Benton Vampire Clan, appreciates deeply.
Unfortunately for Saul, his peaceful existence is soon to be mercilessly destroyed. Evil is closing in on the Benton family and Red Creek, seeking to obliterate all Saul holds dear. Which makes Saul’s attraction to Nikki Galimore, a mortal woman, and brat extraordinaire, all the more inconvenient.
Too bad his heart did not seem to have received the memo.
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Red Creek, Massachusetts is a quiet town. Nothing ever happens, and nothing ever changes – a feature Saul Benton, local recluse and member of the Benton Vampire Clan, appreciates deeply.

Unfortunately for Saul, his peaceful existence is soon to be mercilessly destroyed. Evil is closing in on the Benton family and Red Creek, seeking to obliterate all Saul holds dear.

Which makes Saul’s attraction to Nikki Galimore, a mortal woman, and brat extraordinaire, all the more inconvenient.

Can a vampire have an HEA, a happy-ever-after in his life? Well, the answer is complicated. Certain factors have to be in place, the planets have to aline just so, and the world must tilt on its axis. Yes, the fact a vampire has to rely on the fates for his romantic future is a puzzle. Many have tried to work out the ending, many have failed. Such a proclamation is not without its flaws or so the nay-sayers preach.

J.T. Leighton was a good soldier. He was a good Navy SEAL. He ran into a situation which altered his nature for all eternity. He’s come to grips with the idea, or so he thinks. Then, someone from his past shows up out of the blue. She’s a long drink of water with a talent for dance. No one had come close to stirring J.T. to wish for something more than a one-night-stand until Jessie Coulter came into his life. They’d share passion and a tender connection. Then she disappeared, literally in front of J.T.’s eyes.

Now, his days are filled with loneliness and his nights with murder at his own hands. J.T.’s a vampire killer with a hard-on for bad guys. Don’t blink or you might miss the rest of the tale. Blood & Magic releases on Valentine’s Day.

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She danced across the stage in a flutter of white netting over spandex. Her hair, pulled back in a severe bun held the blues of an inky night. Long and slender, she flowed with the music, each movement beginning and ending in the next. A leap into the air reminded J.T. of a gazelle. If only he could capture the moment, holding her so forever. In the dream, J.T. saw Jessie as she’d been almost two years before. She had been a beauty of exceptional poise and statue. The grace of her movements were compliments of her tall, lean curves. A ballerina – his ballerina.

J.T. sat up in the bed. Nerves rippled along his arms. Glancing at the clock, he snarled at the readout – three in the afternoon. Damn! Rubbing the tension in his neck, he flung his legs over the side of the bed. Too early to go out. He padded downstairs for a drink.

Trapped! He was a fucking prisoner in his own house when the past came calling. Snarling at the fact, he switched gears, shoving at the memories from years before. Her laughter caught him off guard. Glancing around just in case, he stilled. Her image flitted through his mind. J.T.’s maker, the damn Sultan, was up to his old tricks. J.T. would wager money on that idea. With the bag of chips under his arm, he headed back. Thank the gods he was allowed some small favors such as something other than pig’s blood to enjoy. With the glass of warmed blood in his hand, he wandered back up the stairs. He wanted to wallow in his memories of her, his Jessie.

No, he did not forget how he had come to meet her. A suspect in a crime of murder. No, he did not see her as a murderer or a psychopath. His job as a private investigator meant he sought the truth. In her case, the truth held his heart in the palm of her hand. She convinced him of two things in their short time together. Number one – that she was not the perpetrator. Number two – that despite being a vampire, he would move heaven and hell to keep her safe. The trouble with safe was he had no control over the realm in which the woman resided. In fact, he had no control over any realm or any condition. Only his existence in death. Glancing down at the glass, he realized he had finished the blood.

“Have you seen anyone who looked suspicious hanging around today, Zodiac?”

The cat rolled from sitting on his hind legs to resting on his side, before leaning into J.T.’s side. “Meow.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’ Zodiac.” Getting back up, he prowled the room. Agitation, an old friend, appeared in not being unable to remain still for more than two minutes. “Blast it all to hell and back,” he groaned.

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Catherine Wolffe, Author

Author and Louisiana resident Catherine Wolffe is a romance reader now addicted to the dark, steamy call of the paranormal. She is the author of bestselling vampire/werewolf romance series The Western Werewolf Legend and the novel Desire's Embrace as well as the brand new "Shadow Company" series.
Catherine has been writing all her life but only recently discovered her love for paranormal romance after being introduced to the Underworld movies by her husband. After that, she decided to delve deeper and create tales hot enough with twists and action aplenty to satisfy her emerging dark hunger.
Visit www.catherinewolffe.com/ to get free steamy sneak peeks at upcoming books and more!